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had another one of those being-at-the-airport-and-being-stressed-because i don't know my way around/don't have enough money/don't have the right luggage/don't have the right ticket/etc dreams last night, which ended up with me on this pseudo-industrial beach with gritty sand on the edge of a huge river, with huge girders and bridges and cars and smog and grime looming over.  I had my camera and was taking many photos, then had to go back to the bag check to get my laptop bag and dig more film out of it.  I found three different boxes and thought some must be my dad's, i wasn't sure which to use until i found my keys and went back to my room and found the film i'd bought myself.

i still have these snapshots in my head, these mental images of what i saw through the viewfinder, how i framed these incredible constructions, etc.

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I also have odd photograph dreams sometimes. Though, lastnight was about some battle I knew nothing about. This occurs when watching too much Return of the King, methinks. *nods*